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Warnings: Cursing, drugging

Shawn spots you the first time that morning when he's peeping through the hole in his door as he usually does every day when you're leaving. But this time, something seemed off.

You were carrying suitcases, your hair a mess, wearing clothes that you just randomly threw on. Of course, you still looked beautiful to him, just not as expensive as you usually always did. He mentally cursed at himself for oversleeping and consequently missing you getting dressed, but he could just roll the tapes backwards later.

Only when you turn around to face his door does he realize something is terribly wrong. You look paranoid and scared, only looking at his door for a split second before beginning to walk towards the elevator.

Why does she have suitcases? Shawn asks himself in his head, eyes wide. He looks down at his pajamas and figures that this would just have to do for the plan he'd just conjured up. He'd make up some excuse on the way.

Shawn opens his door and stretches, catching your attention when he begins to walk to the elevator as well. You move a little faster, not sure what exactly that would accomplish for you.

"Good morning." He greets kindly, giving you a lazy grin.

You hesitate, refusing to make eye contact with him. "Morning."

Shawn squints at you harshly, eyes flickering down to your suitcases. "What are these for?"

You clear your throat, unable to trust him or anyone with anything right now.

"I'm.. Going on a trip," You attempt a smile at the ground, praying for the elevator to come faster. Catching a glimpse of his bare feet, you raise your eyebrows at him, "Where are you going dressed like that?"

Shawn hums at your answer, obviously not buying your lie, and looks down at his outfit. "Just to the front desk. Something is wrong with the wifi in my room."

You keep your mouth shut when the stupid elevator dings and you get in, Shawn hot on your trail. The ride to the bottom floor was silent and awkward as you tapped the handle of your suitcase with your nails and stared straight at the door, millions of thoughts running rampant in your head.

You're bolting out as soon as the doors open and once again he's following, telling you to wait up.

You turn around in exasperation and look at him, waiting for him to say whatever he needed to say.

"I-" Shawn stuttered, suddenly speechless. The look in your eyes, the exhaustion in your face, the glint of fear. You knew something.

"I just wanted to know where you're going for your trip!" He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly as he attempted to make a smooth recovery, "Somewhere tropical? Or.."

"Shawn, I don't have time for this!" You nearly scream at him, face getting hot with anger. You're turning around but he's grabbing onto your wrist tightly without thinking, and then everything goes so fast you can't keep up.

He's letting you go almost as soon as he grabbed you, but not by his own will. Sinqua had stood up from the receptionist desk and shoved Shawn away from you when he noticed the altercation happening.

"What's your problem, man?" Sinqua spits at Shawn, eyes fiery with anger. "Don't fucking touch her, can't you see how uncomfortable she is?"

Shawn's jaw clenches and he's towering over Sinqua, but the man doesn't seem intimidated. "You're walking a thin fucking line here. You weren't even part of this conversation. Mind your fucking business."

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